“Fuck, Ivory.”
He sits up, rolling us both, so I’m under him. Grabbing my wrists, he pins them above my head with one big hand. His mouth crashes back down on mine, rough and filthy. He presses his cock against my slick folds, dragging the tip up and down my slit, smearing wetness everywhere.
“Spread wider for me, baby,” he growls, and I obey, all of me now open and exposed. He slides two fingers through my opening, hard and fast. There’s no teasing this time around. I gasp at the invasion, my hips jerking up, overwhelmed by how deep he is, how rough. He pumps, making sure to hit that sweet spot while his thumb circles my clit. The sensation makes me whimper, and my whole body tenses.
I try to reach out and touch him, but he keeps my wrists pinned, his other hand working me until I’m right on the edge, begging. “Please, Hudson, please…”
He smirks, pulling his fingers out. Then, when I think things can’t get any hotter, he puts them in his mouth and starts licking them clean.
“Mmm, so sweet,” he says, making sure to get every drop.
Holy shit.
Before I have time to react or do anything, he releases my hands. He doesn’t cover me with his body. Instead, he leans down, voice rough in my ear.
“You want me to fuck you, angel?”
I nod.
“Then I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you to fuck me, Hudson. Please…I need you inside me,” I beg, my voice barely a whine.
“Good girl. Now get on your knees. Ass up for me.”
My whole body goes tight with anticipation. I scramble to obey, legs shaking as I turn over and push up onto my hands and knees. He gives my ass a slap, nudging my knees wider, palms rough on my hips, positioning me until I’m perfectly exposed to him.
“Hold on to the headboard and don’t let go,” he growls.
I grip the worn wood, my knuckles white. He lines up behind me, the thick head of his cock pressing between my soaked folds, teasing me. Then without warning, he slams in, deep and hard, and the sound that rips out of me is wild…unrecognizable. It’s half shock and half pure pleasure.
He fucks me like that over and over, relentless, each thrust jolting my body forward. “Don’t run from it, Ivory,” he growls. I feel another crack go across my ass cheek, this time making me squeal. It doesn’t hurt at all. If anything, it builds the pleasure. “Push back into me.” I do as he says, gripping the headboard even tighter.
“God, Hudson. You’re so deep.” The sounds of slapping skin and the bed creaking under us fill the room.
His hands grip my hips, fingers digging deep as he holds me where he wants me. The stretch burns, the fullness overwhelming, but I never want him to stop.I think this might become my new favorite position.
He leans over me, bringing his left hand around, cupping my breast. At the same time, his tongue is wet and hot as he licks down my spine, biting and sucking, marking me as his.
I can feel my orgasm building, the intense feeling coiling tight. “Hudson, please…I’m so close, I’m about to…” My ragged voice begs him.
He pulls my hair, forcing my head back, growling in my ear, “Not yet, Ivory. You can come when I say. Not before.”
I whimper, holding on with everything I have as he pounds into me. My body is on fire, every nerve begging for release.
Suddenly, he pulls out and flips me onto my back. I barely register the switch up before he’s on me, kissing down my neck, my collarbone, sucking my nipples until I’m squirming.
“What are you doing to me, Ivory?”
He keeps moving lower, trailing kisses down my stomach, his mouth teasing the inside of my thigh.
His breath is hot against my sensitive skin, as his tongue flicks out to taste me. I cry out again, my hips jerking forward, desperate for more. But he doesn’t let up, teasing circles around my clit, but never enough to push me over the edge. My hands grip his head, clutching onto the short strands of hair on the top of his head, needing to keep him there.
He looks up at me and smirks, his lips glistening with my arousal. “Not yet, angel.”
“Please…I don’t know how much more I can take.”
Without saying a word, he moves back up my body, and his mouth crashes down on mine, letting me taste myself on him. He grabs my thigh, hooking my leg high around his waist, and slides back inside, deeper than before, as he continues to fuck me hard. It’s brutal and perfect, every thrust knocking the air from my lungs. Beads of perspiration run down his face as sweat slicks both our bodies, the room filled with the sound of skin on skin, and the headboard against the wall. I take everything he gives me, sobbing his name, “Hudson….please.” Lost in the moment.
